Banquero listo al mundo: "¡a la mierda!"

Vía Ezra Klein, la carta de despedida de Andrew Ladhe, presidente de un fondo de inversión que ha hecho una burrada de millones estos últimos años vendiendo en corto acciones de todos los idiotas que apostaron por las hipotecas basura. Apostó que todo era un castillo de naipes, y acertó. Ahora rico, convencido de su superioridad moral e intelectual y forrado de pasta, el tipo se despide del negocio con una carta en el Financial Times.

¿El resultado? El equivalente en letra impresa de un tipo borracho en un ataque de euforia y schadenfreude meando sobre tu tumba. Espectacular:

Recently, on the front page of Section C of the Wall Street Journal, a hedge fund manager who was also closing up shop (a $300 million fund), was quoted as saying, “What I have learned about the hedge fund business is that I hate it.” I could not agree more with that statement. I was in this game for the money. The low hanging fruit, i.e. idiots whose parents paid for prep school, Yale, and then the Harvard MBA, was there for the taking. These people who were (often) truly not worthy of the education they received (or supposedly received) rose to the top of companies such as AIG, Bear Stearns and Lehman Brothers and all levels of our government. All of this behavior supporting the Aristocracy only ended up making it easier for me to find people stupid enough to take the other side of my trades. God bless America.

There are far too many people for me to sincerely thank for my success. However, I do not want to sound like a Hollywood actor accepting an award. The money was reward enough. Furthermore, the endless list of those deserving thanks know who they are.